Hey everyone, here's another chapter for you all to enjoy. Thanks for the many reviews I received for the previous chapter, you are all super great people! Anyway, I'll shut up so you can all read.

The Luckiest

"Ok that's the last of it!" Syaoran called over to Eriol as he closed the back of the SUV and waved at his cousin, who gave a thumbs up before putting the vehicle into drive and starting out toward Tomoyo and Sakura's apartment with the last of his things. Sakura watched with Syaoran as Eriol and Tomoyo went out of sight. Syaoran jammed his hands into his pockets, unable to find anything to really say at the time. Sakura sighed and put her hands on her small hips.

"Well. . . I guess we should get my stuff inside before dark." Sakura muttered, leaning down and grabbing a box. Syaoran noticed how large it was and took it out of the petite girl's arms, earning a scowl from her.

"Nothing large. Just get the little things, and I'll take care of the huge things." Syaoran said. Sakura opened her mouth to protest, but Syaoran sent her a piercing 'listen-to-what-I-tell-you-I-know-what's-best' glance. Sakura surrendered, shooting one more scowl at Syaoran before lifting a box of linens and walking toward the apartment.

Sakura followed Syaoran into her new home and set her things in her bedroom. After several more trips, almost all of her possessions were off the street and in the house. On the last trip, Syaoran was carrying a box of pots and pans, Sakura following behind with a lamp. Syaoran missed a step and was sent sprawling onto the floor, the dishes clattering out of the box.

"Omigosh are you alright?" Sakura asked, kneeling down to where Syaoran had rolled over and sat up. He was holding his right elbow, which was already seeping with blood. Sakura set the lamp down and helped Syaoran up, walking him into the apartment and into the kitchen where she snatched a washcloth and ran it under the cold water.

"Stupid steps. . . I knew I should have taken the elevator." Syaoran muttered to himself, avoiding Sakura's eyes. He was slightly embarrassed from his fall, and didn't want to risk turning crimson if he caught her eyes.

"Move your other hand." Sakura commanded, and Syaoran hesitantly pulled back his hand, revealing a pretty good sized gash on his arm below his elbow. Sakura gasped quietly, and Syaoran could see her becoming nauseated at the sight of his blood.

"I can take care of it." Syaoran said softly, trying to take the cloth out of Sakura's hand, but Sakura shook her head. Gently she placed the cold compress on Syaoran's wound, and he hissed in pain. He quickly rinsed and dried his good arm, which was coated in sticky red blood from his accident. Sakura started to tape the cloth around Syaoran's arm when the blood seeped through.

"Omigosh. . . "Sakura mumbled as she paled and took off toward the bathroom. Syaoran knew she was going to be ill, and managed to wrap the tape around his arm and take off after her, the tape roll dangling like a loose string from his arm. He found Sakura in the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet. She moaned in misery, and Syaoran's eyes became soft as he knelt down beside her and pulled her loose brown hair away from her face. Sakura turned her face slightly so her eyes could meet Syaoran's.

Quiet amber meets bloodshot green once again.

"Thanks." Sakura mumbled softly, managing a small smile. Syaoran opened his mouth to reply, but Sakura felt another wave of nausea wash over her, and turned her head in time to hit the toilet once again. Syaoran sighed softly and rubbed Sakura's back gently with his good hand. His other arm was above his heart to stem the bleeding.

'It's going to be one hell of a year. . . ' Syaoran thought to himself as Sakura collapsed back against him, completely unable to move.

"It's going to be one hell of a year." Sakura said quietly, and Syaoran smiled quietly and helped her to her feet, keeping his arm above his heart still.

"We'll make it."

Three Weeks Later

Syaoran awoke to the soft pattering of feet and the sound of the toilet seat lifting. He glanced at the clock; it was five thirty in the morning, and he had an hour before he had to wake up. Stretching, the tall youth practically fell out of bed, throwing on a gray shirt over his bare chest. He walked out into the hallway to where a yellow rectangle lit the floor outside the bathroom. He peered inside the open door to find Sakura once again poised over the toilet.

"Hey." Sakura muttered weakly, her weary green eyes welcoming Syaoran as he knelt down and wrapped her pink bathrobe around her tiny body.

"Still going at it?" Syaoran asked, and Sakura nodded. She was just at the three month mark, and was still incredibly sick all the time. She would throw up two or three times a day, but recently it had gotten steadily worse. Sakura couldn't hold down any food, and she was barely keeping water and juice within her either.

"I can't believe it's still coming. . . "Sakura whispered, feeling nausea come over her like a cloak. She wrenched free of Syaoran to throw up in the toilet, then felt the same thing she had felt for three weeks; a hand pulling her hair from her face so she could get fresh air, and another hand slowly rubbing the tension out of her as it traveled up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her.

"I think it's over for now." Sakura said, leaning back as she had become accustomed to. Syaoran let her fall weakly back into his arms, and he sighed.

"Maybe you should go to the hospital." Syaoran coaxed. He had been hinting at it for a week, but Sakura refused adamantly for some reason.

"I'm ok. My mom used to have morning sickness like this when she was pregnant for me and my brother." Sakura replied. Syaoran rose to his feet and looked down at Sakura sitting against the wall. She was gaunt from not being able to keep her meals down, and her eyes were consistently red as if she'd been crying her eyes out all night. He reached down and scooped the tiny teenager into his arms, and despite her protests, carried her back to her room and placed her back in bed.

"It's a good thing it's Saturday, otherwise I'd be missing school." Syaoran said, leaving the room and returning moments later with a cordless phone. Sakura shook her head and winced.

"I told you my mom was like this." Sakura protested. Syaoran shook his head.

"Are you your mom?"

"No."

"Then let me help, ok?"

Sakura, too weak to protest any longer, flopped back against her bed and watched as Syaoran dialed the local hospital. She watched him as he spoke with the head doctor, how he explained the whole situation and asked what he could possibly do to make her better. Make her better. He really did care about how she felt, and the realization sank into Sakura slowly. He wasn't just doing this because he felt bad about her being pregnant. He cared. Maybe not a whole lot, but he cared none the less. Sakura smiled as Syaoran turned off the phone and looked at Sakura with his normal scowl and dark brown eyes.

"The doctor says it could be your vitamins, or you could be overdoing it at school. He wants you to come in today and get a check up." Syaoran said, and Sakura rolled her eyes.

"I don't need some damned doctor telling me what's what." Sakura said stubbornly, but one look from Syaoran told her that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"I'll get ready then." Sakura said, defeated. She slipped out of her bed and walked slowly past Syaoran, who smiled and shook his head.

'God help us if our baby has her stubbornness.'

On the way to the hospital, Syaoran looked over at Sakura, who was sitting quietly in the bus seat beside him. She was gazing out the window at the sprawling city before her, at the wonders she wanted so badly to go out and see. He wondered what she wanted to be in her life. She had never talked about what she wanted to become, and the topic really never came up after he was told about the baby. Syaoran imagined Sakura as various professionals and smiled. She could be anything. She was that great of a person.

"Syaoran?" Sakura asked, waving her hand in front of his face and making him jolt out of his daydream. He stared down into Sakura's endless green eyes and felt himself being pulled in them, as if he were compelled to find something within the mysterious hue.

"Syaoran you're freaking me out." Sakura said simply, and Syaoran looked away, blushing crimson.

"You mentioned your mom this morning. Tell me about her. Tell me about your whole family." Syaoran asked. He noticed Sakura flinch slightly, and cast her gaze back out the window.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just figured since we're going to be living with each other for the next six months we could learn something about each other." Syaoran said, looking down at his hands. Sakura sighed and turned back around, getting Syaoran's attention.

"Tell me about yours first."

Syaoran took his turn to cringe this time. Did he want to tell Sakura about his family? About the mother who would detest Sakura to her dying day for "trying to ruin her son's life?"? She wouldn't even consider Sakura beyond the fact that she was carrying a Li's child and was just "in it for the money". Yeah, that would make the next few months go by so much better.

"Um. . . well. . . I have a mom and four sisters." Syaoran said weakly, earning a look of disapproval from Sakura.

"If that's all I'm getting from you, then you can wait for a better time to talk about my family." Sakura muttered, staring out the window of the bus once again. Sighing in defeat, Syaoran leaned back against the uncomfortable bus seat and closed his eyes softly.

'This is harder than I thought. And it's just the start.'

"Kinomoto Sakura!" the receptionist screeched over the sound of the buzzing crowd in the waiting room. Sakura and Syaoran stood, walking together over to the tall gangly woman and listening to her directions to their exam room. They walked in silence, hands in pockets. Upon their arrival to the room, Sakura and Syaoran found a kind older man with gray hair that was becoming scarce on the top of his head filling out a clipboard at a small desk. He looked up, his steely eyes making contact with the young couple's eyes before smiling and extending a hand.

"Doctor Kido. You must be Sakura Kinomoto. And Mr. Kinomoto?" the man asked, nodding toward Syaoran.

"Li. I'm Syaoran Li." Syaoran said quietly, praying he didn't recognize his name and say something about his money. God, he didn't want someone being all syrupy to him because he had the inheritance of one of the most influential clans in China. Doctor Kido shrugged and motioned Sakura to lie down on the exam table.

"So how far are we, Miss Kinomoto?" Doctor Kido asked, getting out his machines and gadgets as Sakura watched warily.

"Three months." Sakura said confidently, and Syaoran smiled nervously. Doctor Kido instructed Sakura to lift her shirt, and she did, revealing her mostly flat tummy, along with the tiny little lump on her abdomen.

"Well it looks like you're progressing rather well, dear. You look to be about the right size for someone in their first trimester." The doctor said, squeezing some gel onto Sakura's stomach. Syaoran watched Sakura's skin jump as the cold substance hit her warm skin.

"So why is she sick so frequently?" Syaoran piped in, feeling slightly left out of the whole thing. He DID after all, help make the little thing inside Sakura that everyone was so interested in.

"Probably her diet, vitamin usage, or maybe genetics. I would wager it's one or all of those, so we'll change two of three of them today." Doctor Kido said, his eyes watching the black screen in front of them. Suddenly on the screen there was motion, and blobs of indiscernible objects became visible.

"Is that what's in there?" Syaoran asked, and Sakura smirked.

"That, young man, is your baby. It's still a pretty tiny thing, but you can see its eyes and mouth if you look just over there. And right there is what looks to be a hand." The doctor replied, and Syaoran's mouth dropped open. He could see every detail of what was being pointed out, and he stood amazed.

"Oh my God." Sakura muttered, unable to find the words to describe her astonishment. The doctor looked at the couple staring at their baby and smiled softly to himself. It was probably the first time that they realized that this was really going to happen to them.

"Alright Sakura, let's get you all cleaned off. I'm going to prescribe a gentler prenatal vitamin and recommend that you lay off the normal teenager's diet from now on." Doctor Kido said, and Sakura nodded. The older man looked at Syaoran, who nodded with determination. If it would make Sakura stop throwing up, he would stand on his head for six months.

The trip home was similar to the trip to the hospital, minus the comments about family. Sakura sat on the outside this time, and watched Syaoran as he stared out the window. She was exhausted from the excursion, but inwardly felt better about going. And seeing her baby for the first time had put some things in perspective for her as well. Now she wasn't sure she wanted to part with it completely. Maybe she would visit every now and then, be a part of its life somehow. It was too soon to tell; Sakura was still trying to decide what her life would be at the moment after the baby was born.

"Syaoran?" Sakura asked, and Syaoran turned his head, his ocher eyes meeting her jade eyes without a word. Sakura looked down at her hands, then back up to Syaoran's waiting eyes.

"If we have a girl I get to name her." Sakura said, earning a smile from Syaoran. He nodded and let Sakura lean her head against his shoulder.

"And if it's a boy?" Syaoran asked curiously. He expected Sakura to say Tomoyo could name it if it were a boy, and to be honest he didn't mind. He wasn't even thinking about what he would name his future son or daughter.

"You would, of course." Sakura replied, and Syaoran felt warmth in that statement wrap his heart up as if in a freshly dried comforter. Syaoran looked down at Sakura to reply after a few moments of silence, and found her drifting to sleep on his shoulder. Syaoran sighed and shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

'Well, maybe it won't be AS bad as I thought.' Syaoran thought to himself as he sat quietly for the rest of the trip home.

So that was pretty . . . . bad. Sorry I couldn't makw it better, but as you see I'm no Shakespeare hehe. Anyway, if you feel the need to send some kind (or even unkind, I care not) words my way, feel free. Otherwise, have a great day reading everyone's work!